Gemotions

The screen blazed, a stark white window onto his secret world. A world where she was the subject, the muse, the protagonist of his novel. The words described her, capturing her essence with unsettling accuracy. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks.

She felt a sudden loss of control, as if the ground had fallen away beneath her feet. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. Her hands trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't seem to focus.

He walked in, carrying a cup of tea. "Something wrong, love?" he asked, his voice full of concern. She stared at him, the man she thought she loved, and felt a profound sense of confusion. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled sound escaped.